Tell her I'm as merry as possible and looking forward to going about Wellingsford with a dog and string." "You're a brave chap, Boyce," I said.
He laughed again.

"You're anticipating.

Do you remember what I said when you asked me what I should do if I won all the pots I set my heart on and came through alive?
I said I should begin to try to be a brave man.

God! It's a tough proposition.

But it's something to live for, anyway." I asked him how it happened.
"I got sick," he replied, "of bearing a charmed life and nothing happening.